#fiction

Writing fiction has become a priestly business in countries that have lost their faith. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#business #countries #faith #fiction #lost

When I began writing science fiction in the middle '60s, it seemed very easy to find ideas that took decades to percolate into the cultural consciousness; now the lead time seems more like eighteen months. ↗

— Vernor Vinge

#consciousness #cultural #decades #easy #eighteen

The fact that it's science fiction gives you the license to do anything you want to do. ↗

— Lindsay Wagner

#fact #fiction #gives #license #science

Fiction's about what it is to be a human being. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#being #fiction #human #human being

I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#exploring #fiction #human #i #just

I don't really see science fiction as fiction. I can imagine colonies on Mars and everything. ↗

— Sigourney Weaver

#everything #fiction #i #i can #imagine

Women are far and away the bigger consumers of fiction than men, but men are still far and away the more reviewed, the more critically esteemed, the more respected. That can get frustrating. ↗

— Jennifer Weiner

#bigger #consumers #critically #esteemed #far

Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun ↗

— Jane Taylor Starwood

#long-island #nonfiction #travel #wine #food

No food, you die in weeks. No water, you die in days. -- Corporal Cranther in GLORY MAIN ↗

— Henry V. O'Neil

#science-fiction #scout #special-ops #survival #food

Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#life-lessons #raw-foods #southern-fiction #sunsets #the-south